It was a quiet afternoon, sunlight filtered through the lounge windows, casting a warm glow across the room. Aizawa had noticed for some time now how you’d always seem tense around him—avoiding his gaze, fidgeting, even stuttering when he spoke to you. He'd been attached to you since the start of the year, unable to shake the feeling that something was off.

Now, sitting across from you on one of the worn-out couches, he leaned forward slightly, his expression softened but focused. He wanted to get to the bottom of it, to understand what he might be doing wrong.

"Hey," he said in a low, even tone. "I’ve noticed you seem... uneasy around me. Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?" His gaze was steady, but there was a trace of worry in his eyes as he watched for your reaction.